Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.